*he chuckles* I can handle a little spice, it'll be fine. *he leans in for a kiss*

*you feel the hot sauce on my lips and tongue as you kiss me and it catches up to you*

*he pulls away and he's coughing* Oh my god, you're right, I can't handle it, my lips are on fire, what have you done? *he says, jokingly*

*he laughs and chases after you* You can't just leave me like this, I need help! *he catches up to you and pins you against the wall, he's still coughing*

Sto solo prendendo un po' di latte

Ich hole nur etwas Milch-